Just The Boy Next Door

~15~

~Andy~

When we left the church that night, it was about 10:30 pm. Even though it was a long service, and I don't particularly enjoy church, I enjoyed this service. Not because it was church; I'm sure as hell not religious. It was because I watched my beautiful girl's eyes glow; they shined a light I had never seen before. I remember she told me once, a while ago, just how much she truly loved Christmas and the togetherness that came with the holiday, and after seeing it first hand, there was no denying it was true.

Turning on the radio to the only station that was playing decent Christmas music, a song came on I wasn't fond of: Mariah Carey's All I Want for Christmas (Is You). Truthfully, when DJ sang it to me, she sounded better that the song itself. I loved her voice; talking to me, singing to me, the way the tells me she loves me. I loved her voice with every extent of my being.

As I sat in the passenger seat on the way back to the house, I thought back on whether or not I should actually give her the ring I bought. I mean, I was planning on it, but still wasn't sure what I should call it. Promise Ring would have to do for now; I didn't want to stress so much that she would catch on.

The guys couldn't see me getting married, honestly; Jake once told me common law marriage was the end of the line for me, if that, and it would be all I would commit to. At first, they were more than right. But not, after meeting and falling for Deege, I am second guessing that thought. I know we had only been together since the morning after Thanksgiving, but we had been dating since August. That still counts right?

"Baby, did you hear me?" DJ was looking at me, obviously trying to tell me something.
"Sorry, princess," I straightened my posture, "I was off in thought. What was it you were saying?"
"I am so happy you came with me tonight," he smile stretched from one ear to the other, "It reminded me of all the reason why I love you so much."

She spoke with such certainty, being honest with me. I mean, and I really in love? It would be my first time being so if it were the case. Maybe I need to take a step back and...

My thought process was interrupted by her angelic voice as it sang along to Elvis Presley's Blue Christmas. It was so soothing; like and angel truly was driving the car this whole time.

Yep, Biersack, you are in love; so far, you even have mixed feelings about it.


Getting back to her parent's house, I found myself staring at the large brick fortress once again. I was still in awe of its size. I could believe DJ had grown up here; it was huge! I mean, hell, I got lost trying to find the bathroom last night.

Walking swiftly to her side of the car, I held out my hand as the door swung open. Giggling, she took my hand and proceeded to get out of the driver's seat and shut the door. Walking to the house with my arm around her, I looked up at the door frame and saw mistletoe.

"Hey, DJ," I smirked, "Come here for a minute."

Walking over to me, she looked concerned.

"Yea, babe?"

I looked up and pointed at the mistletoe we had stopped underneath, and she playfully punched me in the arm, snickering.

"I love you, Deanna Jeanne Martenson," I placed my hands on her face and rubbed her cold, reddened cheeks with my thumbs, "And I will love you for the rest of my life."

I dipped her low and kissed her smoothly, her arms classically wrapped around my neck.

Bring her up right once more, she blushed heavily and giggled, finally opening the door and dragged me into the house.

I made my way upstairs to the room we were staying in, which was her childhood bedroom, and began putting on my pajama pants and shit. As I finished putting on the thin piece of cotton and looking at the ring one more time, DJ burst through the room and closed the door swiftly; scared me a bit, to be honest.

"Baby, what's up? Everything alright?"

She wrapped her arms around me neck and pulled me down to her level, kissing me with fiery passion. I had forgotten what i had said before church, but not her; she was no dummy, and hardly forgot anything.

"I remembered," she huffed as she pulled away.
"I noticed," I grinned and glare in to her wanting eyes.

She turned and pointed to the zipped on the back of her dress, asking me to help her with unzipping it. A bra poked out from the fabric followed by a pair of boy shorts, both in red lace. I had a feeling I was going to be in some kind of trouble, but the extent of it was apparently classified; only she knew.

"You ready?"

She had a seductive smiled on her face as she moved towards me, making me back up towards the edge of the bed.

Yep; officially, I was, indeed, in trouble.

She shoved me down where I was standing and straddled my lap. She moved against me as I felt myself become aroused. With each movement she made, her ass jiggled slightly; that didn't help the situation in the slightest. As she leaned in and kissed my neck, I closed my eyes. Flipping my bands out of my face, I gathered what was left of my bearings and held on to her tightly, grabbing hold of her ass with my hands. From there, I worked my way up. Caressing her back for some time, I found the clasp to her bra and undid it single-handily.

My girlfriend was not flat chested as most people thought; she wore tight tank tops under he shirts most of the time. But, my DJ had D-cup breasts, large and full, and beautiful to look at. Not saggy like you would figure, but perky. I took a single nipple between my teeth and nibbled softly, running my fingers along her spine, this time post bra removing. Feeling a growl roll off my tongue, my length grew harder and began to protrude from the unbuttoned opening of my pajama bottoms. Ironically enough, I grew right into DJ's crotch. At that moment, I thought I was beginning to grasp the upper hand of things.

I was dead wrong.

She shoved me again and this time, I was laying down and staring at the ceiling. Feeling a tug at my waistline followed by a cool draft of air, my shaft was almost instantly attended to by her warm and wet tongue. Shivering with satisfaction, I felt my length throb in her hands. Motioning for me to scoot back further, I did so carefully without pulling my member from it's temporary residence, being her mouth. For one, what man in his right mind doesn't like head, and two, who wouldn't want to look down towards your feet and see your girlfriend attached to your crotch, on her knees with her ass in the air, and braless?

Taking me in deeper, my toes curled. I didn't know how much longer I could keep this up.

Standing up, she removed her panties and my pants the rest of the way. While she did that, I had contemplated removing my shirt even thought it wouldn't make much of a difference. Soon enough, I was straddled again, only to have a warm, slippery tunnel move glove my throbbing member. I hissed through my teeth and held on to her hips as she moved up and down onto of me.

Watching as her breasts bounced, I felt myself get harder; I didn't think that was possible at this point. Climaxing before I had even thought of it, her juices flooded over me. Pulling out briefly, I laid her down on her back and put her legs over my shoulders. Re-entering her, I felt the wetness of her drip down my thighs. Driving into her deeply, she bit the pillow her head was on to keep from screaming. Leaning my head back in ecstasy, I slid in and out, stroke after stroke.

"Baby," I purred, "I am so close."

I had slowed down myself enough to pull out if I needed to.

"Okay," she breathed, clenching around me tightly as she was close herself.
"But, I'm not..." I shook my head, remembering her pill she took, "Did you take it today?"
"I will tonight," he voice was raspy and seductive, thick with arousal, "As long as I do by tomorrow..."
"Good," I trusted her word and nodded. She did what she said she would do most of the time.

Picking up my pace for a short time, I felt the fluid escape me into her. We collapsed on the bed, drenched in each other's juices and sweat.


Finally ready to finish the evening off with her and her family, I helped her clean up and cleaned myself in the process. Helping her with her nightgown and putting my own pajamas back on, we exited her room, hand in hand.

Slowly making our way down the stairs, we stopped to listen to her family discussing something; it seemed to be about us.


"... they compliment each other so well," Jocelyn said, hushing the baby fighting sleep in her arms.
"Yea, Mom," Mark's smile was evident in his voice, "I mean, did you see the way he stood up for her to that Spawn of Satan?"

Mark received a flick on the ear from Patricia, and we tried to conceal our amusement.

"I think she loves him very much," Patricia noted each of her children's opinions, "I just hope she had found the one because he is perfect for her."
"I agree, lovey," Scott rubbed his wife's thigh and smiled, "I don't think I would mind if he asked her to marry him some time soon. She is crazy about him; I know my daughter, and trust me, I can tell."

Smiling I suddenly remembered that I did put the ring in my pocket before she came upstairs. It would be tonight, in front of family and on Christmas.

Finally downstairs, we made our way to the living room. Sitting on the overstuffed arm chair by their fireplace, I pulled her into my lap, covering us with the fleece blanket we were covered with the other night. I held her close, nuzzling the side of her face with my forehead and just staring at her perfect lips. Everything about her was perfect; to me, any way, she was perfection. Lifting my head, I kissed her lightly on the temple, and heard her coo as she smiled, flashing her green eyes at me.

"Hey, babe, I need to stand up for a second," I whispered into her ear.

Getting up, she moving for a moment to let me slip by and took my place in the chair. He smile lit up the room in that moment.

"Um, I have something I wanted to say," I cleared my throat as DJ shot me a look of curiosity.

At this point I her entire family's attention; it was now or never.

"I want to thank you all for having me this week and weekend," I shuffled my feet slightly, "I have loved meeting everyone, and especially enjoyed spending time with my princess."

Shooting her a wink, a blush rapidly appeared on her face.

"However, what I'm about to say could possibly change all of that."

As I turned towards DJ, my nerves got the best of me...


~DJ~

He turned towards me and grabbed my hands, sweet and gentle.

"DJ, I have been your boyfriend a little under a month, but have been smitten with you since we met in August, that Friday before school started up again."

He sighed heavily and shifted his weight.

"You have changed me into someone I am proud to be, and allowed me to believe in love again."

While I was confused as to why he was acting this way, it was more than romantic.

Then I saw it.

A red velvet box he had pulled out of his pocket.



~Andy~

Her eyes widened at the sight of the box and began to welling up with tears.
Taking the box, I got down on one knee. Opening it front of her, it revealing the white gold diamond ring I have ordered, especially for her.

"Deanna Jeanne Martenson, will you do me the honor of marrying me?"

Looking from her face, frozen in shock, to her mother's, drenched in tears she was trying to wipe away, I knew I had chosen the right time.

"Well?" I rose an eyebrow and waited for her to respond.
"Oh my god," she exclaimed, now tearful, "Yes!"


~DJ~

He just asked me to marry him; HE just asked ME to marry HIM!

My excitement was overflowing.It was then I knew that I love this man more than I had ever loved anyone.


~Andy~

She reacted in the way I had hoped for, and draped her arms around my neck, smothering my lips with kisses. After a round of handshakes, hugs, tears, and salutations from her family, I held her in my arms; it was then the tears came.

Yep; I am in love.
And it doesn't sound as bad anymore.

Notes

DJ and Andy are going to get married! What is in store for the love birds?